Wednesday, January 27, 2010

andalusian ceramics & turkish hammered metalware are the only things i want to surround me tomorrow and i definitively do not want to pick up scattered books from the street while cars honk at me- what an urban myth and a real disaster. i've felt very heavy these past couple of days with all the things I have to carry in circles- 60 history-years and his classical guitar are especially weighted & vacant in their own ways. luckily, in a graceful chance, just as i was starting to feel blurry and tedious- this man with a perfect fedora and the most perfect beard was rapping & echoing in the city underground something about escaping to yourself. ack, exactly.